16 weeks. That is how long I have until I'm walking down the aisle to marry my best friend in the whole world. I'll be doing it in a size 6 wedding dress I've already purchased - one with a 10-inch-long zipper that I still have about four to five inches to go on until it zips up all the way.

Needless to say, I have some work to do - especially since, if you want to get technical, it's more like 15 and a half weeks. And in those 15 and a half weeks, there are some pretty serious challenges, including but not limited to:

- holidays (Halloween and Thanksgiving, namely, and the events surrounded those)- my bridal shower and bachelorette party (VEGAS!)- my good friend's wedding- the Tower of Terror 10-miler, which I am VERY behind in training for

This is obviously not a comprehensive list, but you get the idea. I am currently hovering around my highest weight ever, which is not a great thing. But you know what? I'm going to give it everything I have, and wherever that gets me is where I'll be on the day I get married. My ultimate goal is still in the 120 lbs/size 4 range, but that might come later if my body says so.

Granted, I don't have 300+ pounds to lose, but issues with food are issues with food. If that amazing man can work up the inner strength to get up every morning and jog in place, then so can I. There is absolutely NOTHING holding me back except myself. No one is forcing me to eat garbage, or sleep in instead of run. No one is requiring me to complain about how hot it is outside, or take the elevator instead of the stairs. My brain is the culprit, and it's time to reprogram that bitch.

I'm starting a new job Tuesday. I'm the editor of a book on the New York Times Best Seller list. I am marrying the most awesome man ever. And I deserve the body I want.